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AUTUMN

Wind moans in the eaves,a dead shrew on wet bricks.Paths soaked with sodden leaves. Autumn is up to its old tricks. Cold gusts and shafts of sudden sun,birds and clouds migrate the sky,Summer’s visitors leaving one by one. Better to … Continue reading

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